Chapter 675

Luo Weibing even said to bring a sign to let Mu Tingfeng two people quickly understand his meaning, rub all eyes on Zhao Fulin's stomach.

"You mean... Fulin, she..." although Mu Tingfeng tried to restrain her voice, Luo Weibing could still hear a slight tremor from it.

"Ah ha ha..." Luo Weibing grabbed the back of his head awkwardly, "this... This... I'm not very clear, that's what you just said... I don't know how, all of a sudden... Don't care, just treat me as nonsense."

"Nonsense?" Mu Tingfeng is obviously not very satisfied with Luo Weibing's words, and he wants to attack with a twist of his brow.

Fortunately, Zhao Fulin finally responded. He quickly pulled Lamu Tingfeng's hand and said, "he always speaks freely. Don't worry about him."

Luo Weibing wiped the cold sweat on his head, nodded and said: "yes... My mouth is open, brother-in-law don't care, don't care..."

Mu Tingfeng's face did not change because of their words. He still stared at Luo Weibing without saying a word.

Luo Weibing's head was in a cold sweat, but he felt that their atmosphere was strange. After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help asking: "sister, you two haven't been married yet..."

Zhao Fulin was stunned. After Luo Weibing asked, she blushed and glared at Luo Weibing. She said in a low voice, "how can it not be yet?"

Luo Weibing was relieved: "since it's all over, what's impossible? Or did you take protective measures at that time? "

"Luo! VIV! Ice Zhao Yulin listen to Luo Weibing more said more barefaced, finally can't help but drink.

Luo Weibing shrinks his neck in fright, touches his nose and mumbles, "I'm just curious. Why is that so?"

Zhao Fulin: "you are still reasonable!"?!

Because of Luo Weibing's questions, Mu Tingfeng's eyes flashed slightly, and he scratched something at the bottom of his eyes. For a long time, he just spat out a sentence: "no protection measures."

Bang dang... The spoon in Luo Weibing's hand fell down because of his words, smashed into the porcelain plate and made a loud crisp sound.

Zhao Fulin listened to Mu Tingfeng's astonishing words, silently put out her hand to cover her face and couldn't bear to look directly at her.

Seeing Luo Weibing's eyes subconsciously aiming at Zhao Fulin's stomach, Mu Tingfeng's eyes narrowed slightly and stood up and said, "you're all full. Fulin and I will send you to the place where you live."

Luo Weibing immediately suppressed his curiosity and nodded: "I'm full, I'm full."

Mu Tingfeng personally drives Luo Weibing to the attic where he lives temporarily. All the way, the three people basically have nothing to say.

Zhao Fulin is still wondering whether her recent increase in appetite is really related to the weather or

Mu Tingfeng's face has always been a little delicate, but he has never said a word, so people can't see what he is thinking in his heart.

Luo Weibing has a lot of words to ask, but in such an atmosphere, he can't open his mouth. His intuition tells him that at this time, he'd better shut up temporarily, otherwise, it's easy to cause "death"!

Three people with their own thoughts, so the atmosphere of strange walk all the way, finally arrived at Luo Weibing temporary place to live.

It's a small attic, but mu Tingfeng is modest. The house Mu Tingfeng said is a three story building, but from the external decoration, it's not a small attic, but a small villa!

Luo Weibing's eyes suddenly brightened when he saw the house, and his eyes toward Mu Tingfeng became more and more ardent. If he wanted to find a house for him, it would be so tall. He didn't miss it. His brother-in-law is a golden thigh!

Zhao Fulin was shocked by the exterior decoration style of the villa. What's the trouble with the vulgar local tyrant Jin? It looks so golden! She doesn't believe that Mu Tingfeng's aesthetics will be distorted to this point!

"This house..." if Zhao Fulin has a point of looking at Luo Weibing, "tut Tut, how can it look like there's a little bit of Jinwucangjiao?"

Luo Weibing

After listening to Zhao Fulin's words, Mu Tingfeng twisted his eyebrows and pondered for a moment. He seemed to understand something. He said solemnly, "you like this style of house, so let's move out when we go back. There is a house in my South District, which is much bigger than this one."

Zhao Fulin was stunned and groaned feebly: "how many houses do you have?"

Mu Tingfeng seriously thought for a moment, to the point: "probably... More than ten sets, not including the store."

After that, he added: "in s city."

"... more than a dozen in s city?" Isn't that more in other places? And that doesn't include stores

If she remembers correctly, it seems that most of the stores in the East Street are under the name of Mu Tingfeng. It can be said that the whole street is basically contracted by him. There are at least ten or twenty stores in that street!

Mu Tingfeng nodded and looked at Zhao Fulin's speechless appearance. She seemed worried that she might misunderstand her family and explained: "I bought two or three sets myself. Most of the others were sent by relatives and friends. For example, those stores on East Street and this one here were all given by others. If you want to live outside, we can live one by one and choose the one we like. "

"..." so now the way rich people get along with each other is to give away the house if they don't agree?

Luo Weibing, who couldn't put in a word, said: "I just watched you show my love so quietly.

Zhao Fulin once again could not help shaking a few times, difficult way: "no, I think our house now that is very good, don't bother to move."

Mu Tingfeng nodded, did not tangle too long on this issue.

Watching Luo Weibing enter the house, only Zhao Fulin and Mu Tingfeng are left in the car.

"Where are we going next? Or go straight home? " Zhao Fulin stretched out and asked, but there was no response for a long time.

Zhao Fulin twisted her eyebrows and looked up. However, she found that Mu Tingfeng had turned her head. A pair of deep eyes were staring at Zhao Fulin's stomach.

Zhao Fulin was staring at all over his hair and asked, "what's the matter?"

Mu Tingfeng looked up at Zhao Fulin and asked, "have you felt uncomfortable recently?"

where are you not feeling well? Zhao Fulin frowned slightly. She seemed to understand something. She said with a bitter smile, "you don't really believe that second class product. You think I..."